Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.